I learned that word from the Academy Awards last night. From an acceptance speech, no less.
Clearly, I had to look it up immediately.
in·de·fat·i·ga·ble [in-di-fat-i-guh-buhl] ; adjective
incapable of being tired out; not yielding to fatigue; untiring.
Synonyms: tireless, inexhaustible, persevering.
Origin: 1580–90; < Latin indēfatīgābilis untiring, equivalent to in- in-3 + dēfatīgā ( re ) to tire out ( see de-, fatigue) + -bilis -ble Related forms in·de·fat·i·ga·bil·i·ty, in·de·fat·i·ga·ble·ness, noun in·de·fat·i·ga·bly, adverb
I was so proud of myself for actually listening to an acceptance speech long enough to learn a new word (without tuning out and thinking about why I was sitting there in my pajamas when I should be clearly wearing a sequined dress) that I immediately began strategizing on how I was going to fit it into a blog post this week.
And then I realized that it should totally be the title of today’s post.
Because it is all about some indefatigability.
Without further ado, I bring you an illustration of the epitome of indefatigableness.
A phone number had been plaguing my caller ID for weeks – at least three times a day, never leaving a message. I didn’t recognize the area code, so I didn’t answer it.
Finally, I got paranoid that it could possibly be important, so I juggled Noah over to my other arm and picked up the call, all while trying to fill his sippy cup and create Ali’s lunch.
Never get paranoid, people. It’s just not worth it.
She spoke with a chipper urgency and hurriedness that immediately indicted her of obnoxiousness.
“Hello, my name is Annoying and I am with Scarborough Research. I would like to ask you about your opinions on radio listening, newspaper reading, and TV watching. Blah diddy blah diddy blah diddy blah diddy. But before I do that, I need to see if you qualify to take our survey! So can you tell me if you or anyone in your household works for a television, radio, newspaper, or other media company?”
I can’t hang up on people – I just can’t. So I waited until I could finally get a word in, which was approximately 2.75 days later, and in my polite southernness, I replied, “I don’t have time to take your survey right now, and we’re on the Do Not Call list.”
“Oh! Well, actually since we’re not selling anything and are simply doing consumer research, we’re not bound by the Do Not Call List. So I need to ask you about your opinions on radio listening, newspaper reading, and TV watching. But before I do that, I need to see if you qualify to take our survey! So can you tell me if you or anyone in your household works for a television, radio, newspaper, or media company?”
“Just because you’re not bound by the Do Not Call List doesn’t mean I all of a sudden have time to take your survey.”
“If you could just take a few minutes to tell me about your opinions on radio listening, newspaper reading, and TV watching, it would be very valuable to us! But first, I need to see if you qualify to take our survey! So can you tell me if you or anyone in your household works for a television, radio, newspaper, or media company?”
My southern niceness had worn it’s course.
“I don’t have time to take your survey. Goodbye.”
As I reached across Noah for the hang up button, I heard… “But it will just take a minute!! But first, I need to ask if….”
For the remainder of the day, I marveled at the answer that she must have expected from me after explaining that she wasn’t bound to the Do Not Call List.
Something along the lines of,
“Oh! Well great!! If you’re legally allowed to call me and there’s no way I can prevent it, then by all means! I just fabricated 46 minutes out of thin air, and I would LOVE to answer your survey about my radio listening, newspaper reading, and TV watching!! Oh boy oh boy I just can’t wait!!”
Focusing on this ridiculosity really helped quell my guilt over the fact that I ultimately hung up on her.
A week later, I received this in the mail:
“We will try calling again.”
I immediately felt both lost and in captivity all at once.
A sense of hopelessness pervaded my soul.
There didn’t seem to be a solution or a way out in sight.
Is there no justice in the world? Can I not somehow communicate my complete disinterest in being a researched household??
Please, oh please! If there is any mercy and compassion within your soul, tell me how to make them stop!!!